The Mechanical Summer
Maya's summer plans were pretty basic: survive her cousin's quinceañera, avoid the bathroom mirror, and definitely NOT let anyone know she was questioning everything about her iden...
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Maya's summer plans were pretty basic: survive her cousin's quinceañera, avoid the bathroom mirror, and definitely NOT let anyone know she was questioning everything about her iden...
Maya's signature orange streaks in her hair used to mean something. They were her middle school rebellion, her "I'm not just the baseball player's little sister" declaration. But n...
Marcus flopped onto my bed, knocking over the soda cans we'd stacked into a shaky tower. "Dude, you're not gonna believe this. My cousin's got this opportunity—it's like, actual ge...
The first thing you should know about Fox—that's not his real name, obviously, but it's what everyone calls him because of that one time in seventh grade when he literally crawled ...
Maya's parents were finally out of town for the weekend, which could only mean one thing: the small get-together that was definitely, absolutely not a party. Just a few friends. Ch...
I stood in the food court holding a papaya smoothie like it was some kind of tribal artifact. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I tried to look casual, which was basically ...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her hair for the fiftieth time. The box dye had promised "Midnight Blue" but her curls were looking more like "Drowned...
Maya's mom started leaving vitamin C gummies on her counter like they were some kind of emotional support candy. "For your immune system, mija," she'd say, as if Maya's biggest pro...
The sun beat down on the concrete around the pool, turning Jenna's backyard into something like a microwave. I smoothed my hands against my thighs, then felt stupid because I was w...
Maya stood frozen in the cafeteria line, staring at Leo's neon blue hair. The guy who'd spent eighth grade in oversized hoodies now looked like he'd mainlined Tumblr aesthetics all...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Another weekend, another pool party at Maya's house where I'd sit on the sidelines while everyone else cannonballed into popu...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing and splashing like they'd been born for this exact moment....